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Drabble A Day #3
When the hell did that happen? he thinks to himself. Dear Merlin, I'll never get through the next school year.
His mouth remains open and if he isn't mistaken, his tongue is hanging out as well. While his brain remains frozen, there is constant twitching inside his trousers. This is not gonna be good.
"Ron!" she yells at him.
He can't help but watch her as she runs across the kitchen. But he's not looking at her face. She flings herself at him and he can't help but wrap his arms around her.
They are pressed against his chest and his breathing quickens, making him dizzy.
"Have a good summer then?" he asks, his eyes on the floor.
Her hand goes to his chin and she lifts it so she can look him in the eye. He couldn't help but glance at that on his way up.
"Are you excited for the World Cup?"
"Er, yeah, really excited."
That wasn't the only thing Ron Weasley was excited about.